Words of the Constant
A box of mystery.
It hath a feeling of magic about it.
It shall be done at once.
What use is a tree of such small stature?
It shall be done at once.
Nay.
A meal fit for wooden birds.
It will be built with utmost speed.
The home of the wood-hewn birds.
It requires a token to prove my worthiness.
A test of reflexes!
Let it roll forth into glory!
A weapon of precision, not brute force.
A warrior charts her own course!
I couldst defeat this arena whilst I slumber!
I stand unshaken before any contest, no matter how arduous.
Neither gentle meadow, nor cruel gauntlet.
They stand as memories made manifest in timber.
Keep thy cursed winds from mine ball!
It keeps the field of battle contained.
Rise and fall as thou wilt, I shall still prevail!
Restless disc of chaos!
Upward and onward!
Thou mayst whisk my ball away, but not mine resolve!
'Tis already waving the flag of surrender!
I shall decide the ball's destiny!
It demandeth a tribute!
This arena awaiteth its completion!
The toll is paid, let the proving begin!
To mark the place of the ball's departure.
Try to flee all you want, you will not escape me!
It will be built with utmost speed.
It requires a token to prove my worthiness.
A test of speed and stamina!
The home of the wood-hewn eggs.
Aha! It must be this one!
It will be built with utmost speed.
It requires a token to prove my worthiness.
A test of one's mental prowess!
It will be built with utmost speed.
It requires a token to prove my worthiness.
The little ball must be possessed by some mischievous spirit.
It requires a token to prove my worthiness.
Fire at will!
It will be built with utmost speed.
It requires a token to prove my worthiness.
A test of marksmanship!
'Tis not a door for a warrior of my size.
Prepare to be slain!
It will be built with utmost speed.